A diner in a small town.
Daylon walked into the establishment, taking in the atmosphere. He took a seat in the corner and was approached by a waiter.
A boy with a small stature.
He was covered in bruises. Seeing the look in Daylon's eyes, the waiter quickly covered the bruises and spoke up.
"May I take your order?"
"Can you give me some soup and bread?"
"Okay."
As he watched the waiter depart, he casually scanned the place. There was an owl-shaped statue and a tattoo of an owl on the proprietor's neck.
'It's just what Redin said.'
A village made up of members of the Magnes Organization.
According to Redin's information, beyond this was the Fire Ants' stronghold, and this place stands as a sentry to safeguard it.
*Step!* *Thump!*
At the sound of footsteps, he swivels his head.
The owner, with a tattoo across his neck, approached and shot him a menacing glare.